separated bya body of waterand land mass,i know we are so far away,but closer in spiritode to a queen,because she was born wheregreat empires were built,africa,the motherland,

and eventhough,i aint got no locs,and i dont speak jah rastari,i come froma place,with the largest afrikan slavesin the planet,my land has a spritual connectionwith afrika and the universefrom yorubas across the waters,yorubas,bantus,haussas and fulanis,and brazil isa piece of afrika,ode to a queen,who just like me,among the ruins of poverty,has felt the shackles of imperialism,colonial puppets working for the neo fascism

ode toa queen,who comes from a line of many queens,and is queen herself in her own unique way,i know,i am poor,iam broke as broke can be,i know i will be spiritually rich,when you are with me,and i know,i will be spiritually rich,when i die and across orum,because my soul will be set free.